There were still two days before handing over the work, and it happened to be the weekend, and Nan Chu quietly went out with Qiao Rui.

"Where is this going?"

Qiao Rui followed behind Nan Chu, turning around, and finally went around into a small alley.

Nan Chu asked Qiao Rui to wait outside, and he walked into a house.

After going in for about an hour, Nan Chu came out again.

"I remember, a few days ago, you sent someone to keep an eye on it, did any man come out of the gate of the Hua family?"

Qiao Rui nodded hurriedly.

"There really is one."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and happened to see the person below making a report.

"I said I just went out and went to Times Square."

Nan Chu got into the car.

"Follow him, let's meet this Mr. Luo Xing."

Luo Xing was bored in Hua's house for a few days, and he couldn't help it.

You have to pay attention to an inspiration when drawing, don't you?

He simply came out to hang out.

He had never visited several shopping malls in Times Square, and simply walked up layer by layer.

Suddenly, a painting tool shop caught his eye.

Pigment!

There are so many brands that can't be bought in the Americas!

It's the right day.

Luo Xing walked into the store, carefully picked out the paint, and filled half a bag.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Luo Xing subconsciously thought that he was blocking the way, so he opened his mouth to say "sorry" and wanted to get out of the way.

"Mr. Luo."

Nan Chu smiled, "Do you want to talk?" ”

The smile on Luo Xing's face was completely shattered.

In a coffee shop not far away, Nan Chu and Luo Xing sat down.

Luo Xing looked at Nan Chu vigilantly.

This is no coincidence.

This woman had come to see him on purpose.

Really sat down, Nan Chu was not in a hurry, ordered coffee and refreshments, and quietly waited for the waiter to bring things up.

"You-"

Luo Xing was about to say something, and Nan Chu took a sip of coffee.

"Huh?"

Nan Chu looked at him with a smile.

Luo Xing's whole person was suddenly like a deflated ball, and he stopped talking.

Nan Chu sneered.

"With this little ability, you dare to come out and show off, it's really a shame for the teacher."

Luo Xing raised his head sharply.

"Who are you talking about?"

Nan Chu unhurriedly sent a spoonful of cream into his mouth, "Naturally, it's the teacher, our teacher." ”

Luo Xing's body was planted and he almost fell off the chair.

His eyes widened, staring at Nan Chu.

"I remember, you were the last student the teacher accepted!"

"A month before I left the imperial capital, you were just accepted by the teacher."

He had really seen Nan Chu.

It was many years ago.

At that time, Nan Chu was still a student who was no more than his chest height.

The smile in Nan Chu's eyes deepened, "Yes, so I came to you today, it's the teacher's meaning." ”

"What!"

Nan Chu took out his mobile phone and played a recording.

"Xiao Xing, the teacher knows that it is not easy for you to be outside all these years."

"Now, you have got everything you want, at least you should keep the bottom line and dignity of our industry."

"Don't make a mistake again and again!"

……

Luo Xing couldn't cry anymore.

For a long time, wait until Luo Xing's mood calms down.

Nan Chu's tone was sincere.

"If you really love Nguyen Nguyen, you go after her; If you do want to fight me, I'll do my best. ”

"But this kind of behavior of violating the rules of the game for the sake of temporary greed is despicable."

"That's it."

After speaking, Nan Chu left.

Qiao Rui was a little confused.

"First sister, if he continues to help Hua Ruan Ruan after he goes back, isn't it in vain?"

Nan Chu shook his head, "He won't." ”

For those who truly love this art, dignity is above all else.

Even she is influenced by her preconceived notions.

Suppose one day, there is a misunderstanding between her and Huo Xici.

Even if she would rather leave for the sake of dignity, she will not be the one who bows her head first.

Luo Xing quietly left the Hua family.

In other words, left the imperial capital.

When Hua Ruan Ruan found out all this, it was too late, and Luo Xing had already crossed the Pacific Ocean.

What Luo Xing left behind was just a sketch that had just been drafted.

Hua Ruan Ruan was so angry that she grabbed the paintbrush and paint at hand and smashed them on the ground.

There's only one day left!

Now it's too late to ask someone to help her complete the work!

She tore off the sketch, clumped it up, and threw it to the ground.

She fell to the ground, wailing and crying.

Could it be that she is really going to lose to Nan Chu like this?

She is not reconciled!

On this side, Nan Chu received the news that Luo Xing had returned to the Americas, and immediately dialed a number.

"Third Senior Brother, have you been idle lately?"

"It's nothing, it's just a small favor......"

Hua Ruan Ruan languished overnight and quickly regained his spirits.

She couldn't just be decadent.

No matter how slim the hope is, she has to try, otherwise, she will really lose!

She mobilized all her contacts and inquired as best she could.

Unexpectedly, on the morning of the last day of the deadline, someone actually contacted her.

"Miss Hua, I think I may be able to meet your request."

Hua Ruan Ruan was in a hotel and met the artist who took the initiative to contact her.

In such a short period of time, she didn't have much hope at all.

"My name is Song Heran."

The man wears a slim suit and smiles gently, more like a professional elite than a painter.

"I'm good enough to complete this qualifier for you, and I'll keep my mouth shut and protect your privacy."

"I just want money."

The big stone in Hua Ruan's heart was completely put down.

Although she is not as wealthy as before, it is easier to solve it with money.

Hua Ruan Ruan took the line draft left by Luo Xing to Song Heran, which was wrinkled and very embarrassed.

Song Heran didn't care, and after reading it, he immediately set up a drawing board in the hotel.

In just half an hour, it was already the first thing to see.

It was not yet noon, and the whole painting was almost finished.

Hua Nguyen Nguyen was breathtaking.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in her heart.

"You have such a skill, why are you not famous, why do you want to help me?"

Song Heran replied good-naturedly.

"First, I'm not helping you, but making money openly."

"Second, I don't like to draw, but this month's salary is too low, so, do you understand?"

At dinner, Nan Chu heard Song Heran repeat this paragraph, and laughed back and forth.

"Third Senior Brother, does this sound too?"

Song Heran swallowed the last bite of meat in his mouth, still looking personable.

"Obviously, every word I say is true."

Nan Chu was puzzled, "If you are like the second senior brother Luo Xing, who makes a living from this, how can you be short of money?" ”

Speaking of which, this third senior brother is also a strange person.

The family owns more than a dozen properties in the imperial capital, and has studied painting since he was a child, and his talent is extremely high.

In the end, he went to work as an accountant in a small company that was not well known.

Obviously, he can live a worry-free life, but he has to get a salary of three or five thousand a month, and he has no meals.

Song Heran smiled lightly.

"Love and talent are two different things."